Tomorrow Poem by Barry Middleton

I went searching for the sunshine;
I could not take the winter cold.
The silver moon deceived my vision;
the sun became my only gold.

Nothing changes in the tropics;
every season is the same.
I went quite crazy in the moonlight;
and the heat can take the blame.

I still recall a shaded valley,
where seasons come and seasons go.
And I still miss the gold of autumn,
the silver spring and summer's glow.

I roamed so far to find the treasure,
it seems it's everywhere I go.
It was here in tropic sunshine;
it was there in winter's snow.

Every vision fades with sunset;
still we endure the trial of years.
The sun will rise again tomorrow,
then I'll forget defeat and tears.